The Habit of Holding On

We wait

for words never spoken,

for apologies that never arrive,

for reasons that might soften the blow

of what already broke us.

But closure,

isn’t a gift to be given.

It’s a line we draw

when the ache has lingered too long

in rooms we’ve outgrown.

Still, we hesitate.

Because grief is familiar,

and silence has a rhythm

we’ve learned to sway with.

We cradle our pain

like an old song

we once hated but now know by heart.

Some call it healing.

Some call it survival.

But really

it’s the quiet war

between who we were

and who we could become

if only we let go.

And when we do,

not with a bang,

but a whisper

That’s enough,

we find that the keys

were in our hands

all along.

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